Saving The Villainous Monster From The Male Lead-Chapter 58 - 57: Pity. Not For Him But For Herself
Eleanore was on the same balcony from last time again. She held the thin metal railing, as she concentrated on breathing to stable it down. Alastor is a kind man but what would happen when she leaves this fictional world? She had made up her mind that she would give Caelestis a happy ending, no matter what it costs. And then leave this world for good.
Love was never on her checklist, then how did it all come to this?
As she continued to run through her thoughts, Alastor followed her into the balcony. He closed the window door with a clicking sound, attracting Eleanore’s attention to him. She turned around, her eyes unable to meet him.
"What’s wrong?" He asked. "Why did you run away?" Alator was not angry. He was upset. Upset thinking about the possibilities that made Eleanore want to run out of the situation. Is he not good looking? Not kind? Does he not have enough power? Enough love to shower over her? Why would she do that? He only wanted answers.
However, Eleanore remained quiet, unable to find an excuse. She could straight away deny his proposal but how? She had never dated in the real world, always so caught up in studies and swayed by success that she couldn’t find time for this. Thus, she didn’t know how to answer in this matter. What to say? She didn’t want to hurt him.
"Do you not like me?" Alastor, walked towards her. He gently pushed her chin up, so he could see her face and read her eyes.
A person’s eyes could never lie. Their faces could wear a facade, but eyes could never and that was the same case with Eleanore. The moment Alastor started to read her eyes he knew that she had no such feelings for him. She looked embarrassed, scared and confused. Having no idea how to respond.
The crown prince had no intention to force his feelings on her, but it still hurt. The woman he loves has no desire to have him. He convinced himself that, if not now then maybe in future, she might fall for him. Slowly and steadily, he can make her fall for him.
With a heavy heart, Alastor took a deep breath as he held her by her shoulders. When he removed his fingers from under her chin, it fell again. He could no longer see her face again. To be honest, that was a relief for him. This way he could focus on his words then her eyes that felt like an open book.
"If you don’t like me, that’s fine. We can take it slow. Who knows you might fall for me later." He suggested, in a fake enthusiastic tone.
"No." Eleanore responded in a low voice. "I can never fall for you." She almost cried on her own hurtful words. She broke his beliefs.
Alastor gulped in the sadness that had engulfed his throat. "How are you so sure?" His voice cracked.
"Because I know my heart." Eleanore’s eyes never left the maroon marble floor of the balcony. She couldn’t bear to look at the eyes of a man who might be so broken that even her tears would respond to his sadness.
Alastor remained quiet at that moment. It was painful, his heart was aching on hearing such words. He could cry at this, but he wanted to maintain his dignity. He continued to tell himself that he must maintain his dignity, so he just hid it all inside him.
In a cracking voice he said the words he never meant but had to say. "We can start with being good friends."
Eleanore, shocked by his new suggestion, turned her gaze to him. His eyes were red, welled up in tears, but none escaped his bottom crease. She could see it, he was hurting. His pain made her shed tears of agony on his behalf. She hugged him, her hand enveloping him, as if trying to calm a disturbed child. Alastor was caught by this, but he went with the flow and hugged her back.
Burying her face in his chest, she hissed, her tears wetting his golden robe. Alastor, who had buried his face between her neck and her shoulder, listened to her hissing sound. He wondered what made her cry. Is she guilty? If she doesn’t love him, why would she shed tears of sorrow for him?
’Does she pity me?’ He wondered.
Eleanore didn’t love him; she had no feelings for him but this man. He is so pure, so in love with her, that it broke her heart. She felt guilty for hurting this man. For she knew that if she weren’t in this fictional world, she would have accepted his courting with great joy and pride. He is the kind that could never hurt her. She knew it, but she also knew that he could never resonate with his feelings for her.
"It’s okay." Alastor stroked her soft blond hair. "It’s not your fault. Don’t pity me."
Eleanore stopped crying on hearing that. It is a misunderstanding. She could say that she was not pitying him, she was pitying herself. She cried for herself.
But before she could say this to him. Out of nowhere, in this heartfelt moment a certain someone appeared. He didn’t belong here; he just barged his way in here. "What are you two doing?" He yelled, after closing the door behind him, not wanting to create an issue out of it.
Eleanore recognised his harsh voice and pushed herself out of Alastor’s embrace. She tried to quickly get away from him, but Alastor caught her wrist, without turning around to face his love rival. The man that is loved by the woman he loves. A terrible, terrible monster from whom he has to save Eleanore.
At that moment he just had too many emotions dwelling in his heart and had no desire to reveal them in front of anyone. So, he stayed as he was, trying to get himself together, while not letting go of Eleanore at the same time.
